She tapped her tablet and checked the performance notes again.
No missed cues. No visible mistakes. No signs of vocal strain bad enough to threaten the next concert. Elisebeth's breathing had been rough for a moment, but her tone remained strong.
Rias allowed herself the smallest smile.
She wasn't her usual self today, but the moment she stepped onto the stage, she entered her element. I was worried for nothing.
The concert run had Elisebeth performing every two days, which meant she couldn't enter the other world she loved: the fire, chaos, and stupidly addictive fun of the game.
Her gaming headset was tucked away in her private room like something she wanted to steal back from her own schedule, but the concerts usually ended too late for her to do anything meaningful with it. By the time she showered, ate, cooled down, and handled whatever business remained, her body needed sleep more than adventure.
